The ways of making are indeed wondrous—the child born of its mother, the sun rolling into sky, the song rising from the lips, the world springing from the word of god. The essence of life is brilliant, dazzling. I can not explain such miracles, yet I embody them daily. Though I can not remember my birth and shall forget my death, I live in the midst of wonder.

From “Triumph over Darkness” in Awakening Osiris—The Egyptian Book of the Dead translated by Normandi Ellis